Benedict is at risk of losing himself in thought entirely when Strange interrupts him, yielding a little smile that verges on grateful. It's rare to be asked of the positives, even when there are so few left.

"The seaside," he answers almost immediately, "my family home overlooks the Nocen Sea. Miles of golden sand and water like a cool bath, parties and open-air markets with the best food and wine you can imagine."

So nothing like Kirkwall, with its sharp rocks and sewage and freezing water and mouldering alehouses.

"The closest I've seen to it was in the Rialto Bay," he adds, with a little smirk and shake of his head, "but it's not the same." Nothing can compare to an openly magical civilization.